Carter Collins Barebacks Matteo Gold

Golden-hour light filters through thrift-store curtains as Carter Collins pins Matteo Gold’s wrists, biting a mark into his throat. Matteo’s ripped briefs tear further under Carter’s grip, his hole lubed with spit and impatience. Bent over the headboard, Matteo’s tattooed back flexes as Carter sheathes himself fully, blunt nails carving crescent moons into Matteo’s hips. The pace turns feral, Matteo’s choked “Fuckfuckfuck” syncing with the bed’s creaks. Flipped onto his back, Matteo’s legs lock around Carter’s waist, his load shooting across his collarbones as Carter drills his prostate. Pulling out, Carter strokes his thick cock, cumming across Matteo’s heaving chest. “Adds character,” Carter mutters, smearing it into Matteo’s Bauhaus tattoo. Post-climax, they share a vape, ash falling into the sticky puddle between them. “Roomie’s gonna smell us,” Matteo laughs, not moving an inch.